Crystal's One Night of Love
Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It
In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.
Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.
His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”
Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”
Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”
Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.
Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.
Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”
No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.
Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”
Henry’s eyes reddened.
He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.
The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.
An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.
Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.
He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.
On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.
His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.
Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.
He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!
Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.
Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”
Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.
He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”
Melora covered her mouth in shock.
It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.
Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”
Melora was crushed.
She knew she had been punching above her weight.
Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.
“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.
In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”
Melora had no choice.
She packed some clothes and followed Henry.
descended the stairs, Berthold
of fear in
“I am your uncle.
relaxed, closing
delicately placed the little boy into the child
into the car, murmuring, “Could you not
“You’re afraid now?”
the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he
a long silence, he gently stepped
later, the car slowly
opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake.
saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora
froze for a
sleep with
Crystal nodded.
the staircase again,
arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm bed where Crystal had
bed was too soft, or the day had
before she rolled
porcelain and finely chiseled, were
his heart soften
patted Berthold.
taken aback, wore her guilt
a tender voice. “You must
words came out more vulgar than he
the children hear you. We’ll talk
fierce glare, but times had
was once frightened now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly
tense
hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll
Crystal agreed
faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned on
all, I am Melora’s
room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you- your
to step
of emotion washed over
reassured, “You should have come back
out in a soft
gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first.
Melora nodded.
snack. By the time
dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors were
Crystal noticed.
a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here
sat down and began
she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like
kept her
Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry
could she dwell
living a tough life worrying
they were swept away
He was still the dignified
Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover,
brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She
girl
in, Crystal went to see Henry in the
study. The room was dim, save
ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of
behind her, walked to the
smoking too much! Aren’t
her
other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his lap, and
the cigarette and
hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle
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